I saw a crowd of flowers in bloom, <br />On my way: too lazy of course <br />To stir myself and pick them too, <br />I rode on by, on my proud horse. <br />Now, when I’m wretched and I’m dying, <br />Now, when my grave’s already aired, <br />Often in memory, painful, mocking, <br />The scent of flowers I scorned is there. <br />One, especially, of fiery yellow, <br />A violet, burns inside my head, <br />How I regret I never fully <br />Had that sweetheart in her bed. <br />My solace: Lethe’s water can <br />Even now, not lacking in its powers, <br />Refresh the foolish heart of Man, <br />With sweet forgetful midnight hours.<br /><br />Heinrich Heine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/einst-sah-ich-viele/
